Let me explain why it has taken me so long to post a journal: at first I put it off because I wasn't sure what I should write about... a few weeks went by and finally I was bored enough to get out of my comfort zone and write something. SO I finally opened to this little box and started typing. 25 minutes later it was 230AM and I was happy with what I had written.

Then my internet froze and I lost all the stupid time and effort I spent on the post. Now, I'm going to try my best to recreate what was stolen from me. Instead of starting at 2AM (which is when my writing usually starts), I'm writing at 847AM, a few hours before I have to go to work.

I could be really dishonest right now and tell you all that I am an editor at a famous publishing house, I could tell you that I am a member of P Diddy's entourage, or that I work in a supermarket ringing groceries.

You can decide for yourself which of the 3 is most likely.

I wish I had some interesting story to tell; something about my latest trip to Delhi, or about a charming Scotsman I met on the train. Instead I am left with nothing but teen cliches: things like breaking up and loving shopping etc.

I recently watched Little Women on HBO and the ending made me so angry. I was more upset that Jo ended up with some random guy, than I was over little Beth's untimely death. Does that make me a bad person?